Hurricane

Perhaps it was just our roles in life, who we're destined to be.
You stood apart from everyone else, lights positioned on you, cameras zoomed in;
a face painted in color.
I was at the back of the crowd, hidden behind all of the others;
another face cloaked in grey.
I often pondered this late at night;
staring at my ceiling at four a.m, when the house was dead silent, and my thoughts were a loud susseration.
But of course, I always came to the same conclusion, each and every time.
And sadly, as much as I knew it were true, my heart simply couldn't accept it.
As an amazing author once said,
If people were rain, I was drizzle, and you were a hurricane.